The hatred of luxury is not an intelligent hatred. It implies a hatred of arts.

“Desgraciado quien no haya amado mas que cuerpos, formas y apariencias. La muert…”

“Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lie…”

“This book is a drama, whose leading personage is the Infinite.”

“Nothing is more imminent than the impossible . . . what we must always foresee …”